Godless Prince
When the first guard rounded the corner, Caelum tilted his head with that same unhurried elegance—a predator savoring the hunt.
"Good evening," he said softly, almost cordial, before his palm shot forward like a striking viper.
The heel of his hand crushed the vampire's windpipe. Cartilage crumpled.
The body collapsed without ceremony, a wet thud against blood-slicked stone.
The next two came in quick succession, fangs bared, claws extended. They might as well have been walking into their own graves.
Caelum moved like death given form—silent, merciless, beautiful in his lethality.
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